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texts for strength [ yuri; ]

Foiled so soon. Jem glanced at the door, half-expecting the magenta whirlwind to come storming through, then set about responding again.

To: strength

Message: a little.

Such a terse answer.

To: strength

Message: if you wanted to come over before or after therapy, i’m only something like three doors down from you now

braveofwind

The magenta whirlwind, it seemed, was not storming through any doors yet. Moreover rolling onto his back, instead, trying to get comfortable whilst texting.

Re; thats a good ideea, ill come after therapy. do u need anythin???

#jem

futurahominum

texts for strength [ yuri; ]

futurahominum

Jem finally managed to draw his attention from the boxwhen his phone vibrated, providing useful and needed distraction.

To: strength

Message: do you want me to come with you?

He was in no state to go anywhere, he knew, but Kamanosuke might need him.

braveofwind

The offer was a tempting one; but Kamanosuke knew, regardless of whether or not Jem was present, the therapy session would grind at his temper. Jem was in his dorm; which usually meant he was in bed. By logic, that meant he was sick, anyway.

Re: sanity

Message: na its ok i dont pay atenshun 2 them any way. r u sick???

#jem

futurahominum

texts for strength [ yuri; ]

futurahominum

The response made him laugh, a quiet, wheezing mess of a chuckle, and he quickly set about replying, though his eyes continued to stray to the wooden box at his bedside, where his yin fen was kept.

Not now, he decided. Not yet.

To: strength

Message: good to hear. i’m in my dorm room. nagumo’s at practice, so it’s just me, plus full ensemble of doomed birds in a summer gale. you?

braveofwind

Kamanosuke rolled onto his front; steadying his phone in front of him and punching out a reply, brow furrowed in quiet concentration.

Re: sanity

Message: in dorm room aswell but have 2 go 2 stupit fuckin therapy soon ):

#jem

futurahominum

texts for strength [ yuri; ]

It’s been a rough day; Jem lies in his bed, fingers wrapped loosely around his phone. He ignores the lassitude in his joints and attempts to evade the nerve-shot trembling of his fingers as he texts a friend, presumably to distract himself.

To: strength (kamanosuke)

Message: it’s v windy out. your doing? i just saw a bird zoom past the window and it certainly wasn’t flying of its own accord.

braveofwind

Considering he barely used his phone, Kamanosuke continued to have minor heart attacks every time it buzzed. He was a fool with technology, and had not yet figured out how to turn the damn thing's vibrate function down. He usually didn't mind, once he saw who was texting him; not that anyone but Jem ever texted him.

Re: Angel

Message: not me i promis. im inside. were r u??

#jem

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sticky fingers [ ciel ];

Breaking into the apartment had taken little to no effort on Kamanosuke's part, and he'd been pleasantly surprised by how easy it had been simply to vault in through one of the windows. It was a mild and muggy Spring day. Perhaps that had been why the window had been ajar. Easy enough to prise open.

The opening had taken him into a moderately sized room, filled with books. For someone who had no idea how to read fluently, let alone in English, a room like this served very little purpose. A look of disgust flitted across his face as he crossed it, but he did not make straight for the door. Instead, his interest was drawn to the various intricate and lavish decorations gracing the room and the bookshelves.

Altogether disinterested by the books, his sticky little fingers instead went to the nearest shiny paperweight, lifting it to examine it, closely, with trained eyes. Assessing it for material worth.

#phantomknob

i know i have a lot to do with this boy rn

should get to some replies at the weekend; uni has been hectic

hiatus/semi-hiatus/fluctuating muse is still ongoing until further notice ]

#tc ooc

casually interrupts hiatus to break faces ]

Whatever you say, Boss.

Just don’t come crying to me when he gets fucked up on account of his association with the Ghosts. Kid looks like he couldn’t punch his way out of a paper bag.

braveofwind

I'll deal with that if and when it happens. Break a few kneecaps.

If they were stupid enough to do that knowingly, they'd be all out starting a war with us.

Ain't a clever thing to do.

#grigorianmonk

noroiz-blog

Noiz sat against the wall, playing with his thumbs to pass the time. He’d been waiting a few minutes for his “boss”, who’d agreed to meet up with him to wreak a bit of havoc. Cause some trouble. Maybe make some people wet themselves a bit.

Finally after the longest minute- and-a-half of his life, he saw Yuri’s unmistakable figure approaching him. Finally. Noiz’s ass was numb from sitting on the ground for a solid four minutes.

"Hey,"

braveofwind

Unmistakable figure? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Noiz? You calling him fat? You referring to those child-bearing hips? Because I, as his narrator, would understand.

Kamanosuke had taken a detour to grab a burger; he'd been fucking hungry. He forgot to eat a little too often for it to be healthy, and, en route to meet Noiz, one of his Soldiers, he'd felt a sudden pang of hunger and he simply could not focus on work when his stomach was growling.